Daydreaming, always

Running is physics. 150km in a month, after all, is still very physical. Excitement is chemistry. It is complicated. 

Pictures of mushrooms taken are physical, enjoyment in Wonderland is chemistry.

Love is simply a fantastic chemical reaction.

I am in love with both at a time. Alice knows this. 

Running with mushrooms in mind is then called daydreaming. 

This is the impact: 42km in 5 hours from recent daydreaming.

So Ratty

 

When dreams of many mushrooms are compressed solidly under soil and dirt, some hang on tress, peep and record whatever they think are weird.  Since then we, the passersby, daydream inside their dreams.

Dreams can be small but busy. They always cross-link, there are always bad sectors. 

We are garbled. I bear the head of a rat some of the times. I run into many holes, thinking wonderland is at the far ends, end up finding rat hairs all over my body. So ratty.

What does a rat dream with a silly but complicated man's brain?

What a Confusion

These mushrooms would not be invisible if looking at the rate of mushrooming. Being invisible beyond the range of 390 to 700nm, I created confusion.

Mushrooms look so beautiful under current climate. I keep running in my free time, so I still look perfect and fit, and more handsome too, at 57 year old.

I invited Alice to run together, hesitation bears no fruits. But she rather stay in her dreamland, much longer than me. She shrinks and grows herself. She enjoys expecting the unexpected.  

What if I run in her Wonderland, shall I enjoy both running and shrinking and growing at the same time?

What a mess!

Mushrooms Parachuted In

A small white mushroom parachuted in when my mind felt entangled to Alice. All "Alices" in the book of Wonderland never left unhighlighted.

So I saw Alice in a mushroom, and my mind theater reinforced that this was Alice. 

People related this to positive power of coherence.

Is this white colour the colour of snow, whereby Alice happened to be playing with snow right now in Nebraska?

So people said we are receivers and retransmitters of thoughts. And dreams are just the consequences of gravitational force, for example, between I and Alice.

I expect to see more mushrooms parachuting in.

Blues

Keeping one foot in front of the other and we will reach where we intend to. 

Alice is doubtful. Should her thought be running or walking wild in a rabbit hole?

All mushrooms live a slow life. They may not finish those twelve chapters in Alice's Adventure in Wonderland, but they are so bright. They may not run a marathon, yet they are colourful.

Should her thought run wild while walking, walk wild while running, run wild while running, or walk wild while walking? 

This is one of the day after a long holiday. 

I wonder whether this post-vacation blues does happen to Queen of Hearts, Mad Hatter, Caterpillar, White Rabbit, Cheshire Cat etc. 

White Rabbit. White Mushroom

Continued to run speedily, Alice lost the White Rabbit at one of the corners in Wonderland.

Instead, she saw some white mushrooms. Smiling, Alice looked behind the mushrooms trying to find a trivial tail that would reveal the identity of the rabbit.

She believed a flawless transformation never exists; even night has fallen, when a tunnel connects both ends of Wonderland is successful dug , there is a light and there is the sun.

She had this strong belief, not until she found the White Rabbit ran passed the corner of her eye.

Gloomy Rain

Everyday is a gloomy raining day, and that dyes mushrooms grey. My hairs are white and grey. Is it because I am always soaking wet when running in the rain?

So I told Alice not to get wet in the rain, though that was fun and exciting to compete with every drop of rain to see who were faster.

This crazy competition is one the highlights in Wonderland.

Mushrooms' Escape

But the Resistance has been exposed. 

As the First Order speeds toward the Rebel base, 

the brave heroes mount a desperate escape.

A lost mushroom troop is looking for a passage way, or to be more precise, a hidden rabbit hole, in order to get rid of the army from the First Order.

They know the power of a rabbit hole, the force that can send them to a Wonderland, a temporary Rebel base.

But can they survive before a rabbit hole is found, or my brain turns to jelly for running out of imagination?

In A Full Moon

Luke Skywalker:  What do you see?

Rainfield: A rabbit hole. Life. Mushrooms.
Wolf. An effect. Lunar effect.

Luke Skywalker: And inside you?

Rainfield: The same effect.

Luke Skywalker: And between it all?

Rainfiled: A force. Imbalance. Towards full moon.

A hole always sounds small. A rabbit hole does not.

The lunar effect turns mushrooms into abundance. Rabbit holes grow to the largest to take up this mushrooming. A wolf runs in a bigger wilderness. The echo of howling stays until dawn.

In a full moon.

These are all written down in the new episode of The Wonderland.

A world of Alices and mushrooms

I am lost in another piece of wonderland, and am reluctant to find my way back.

I thought it was the adrenaline effect of running a full marathon. It is actually the excitement brought by my gifted cute granddaughter.

Another Alice is born and to accompany me in many more visits to unknown rabbit holes.

Life is good in a world of Alices and mushrooms.

An Amazing Alice the Queen

Alice found a mushroom while wandering around like the Queen of this wonderland.

This seems to be true to everyone of us. I came; I saw; I conquered. In dreams.

"Gosh, I should lose my way in this road maze." Alice pondered over the gills of the mushroom.

"Chester Cat, show me where is Charing Cross Road!"

"No, no. Shouldn't a little girl pretend to visit Helene Hanff."

"Take me to Forest of Dean."

"Tokun Hill of Rainfield!"

"Broken Kettle Grasslands!"

What an amazing Alice the Queen.

What an amazing road maze on a mighty mushroom.

Your First Step

It is a minute but mighty mushroom that is going to cushion you in this time of transdimensional travel.

Do you expect a spade card otherwise to hold you, and to bounce you up and down?

Or a Dodo to catch you and to take you round the wonderland?

You need a first step, the rabbit hole will tell your story later.

Bonkers or Mad

Alice: "I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are."



"The only difference is that they are either bonkers or mad."

"So don't pretend the other way round by straightening your body." Alice said in Alice's way.

"Inside rabbit holes, bonkers has nothing to do with the shape of you."

Marathon in a Rabbit Hole

How fun it is to run a full marathon! Yes, in a Rabbit hole.

The Queen told Alice to run at least twice as fast in order not to keep in the same place after all the running. 

So I could feel the mental exertion of a group of young mushrooms this morning.

I told them I took up the marathon challenge at 54. I can feel my vast energy because I am now growing backwards.

This can only happen in a rabbit hole.

It must be fun if Alice is able to run together in this third year.

I am counting down.

Queer Opposite Sides

"It took me 42.2 minutes to travel to the other side of the Earth!" Mushroom the senior boosted its story.

"Just don't jump down a narrow rabbit hole. You will get yourself stuck until the next mushroom knocks you down."

"These travels are free and easy. The only trivial costs are the bruises and scars on my head."

"Same gags never repeat on the opposite side."

"Rats are in cat costumes, mushrooms fly in Saturday Critters, trees grow on leaf and a full time life grows backwards."

"You will be mistaken as a serpent too, because your long neck will be also stuck in the branches of a tree."

Alice Deficiency

"You must be mad," said the Cat, "or you wouldn’t have come here."

"On no. I saw a white rabbit jump, so I jumped." The mushroom looked so innocent.

"This is a rabbit hole, not a mushroom hole." The Cat insisted.

"Yes, I must be too mad for wonderland." The mushroom talked to itself. 

"A little mushroom fell down the hole, bumped its head, and bruised its soul."

It suffered from Alice deficiency.

Counting Mushrooms

"But a dream isn't reality!" Alice exclaimed.

 I live a life of dreams; I slip down a rabbit hole, and down another, and this continues as time goes by.

Our lives are a subset of a big dream. Alice just did not know that.

There are mushrooms growing inside all the rabbit holes. 

I wonder whether Alive is capable of counting them. We all know, to Alice, four times five is twelve.

She should be able to count one mushroom, as one is the sibmplest number. 

One mushroom, one beautiful mushroom, one little beautiful mushroom.

It is not labelled "not poison", Alice, don't you try to have a bite.

Outside Wonderland

So a mushroom popped down a large and straight rabbit hole.

It found itself being pulled down immediately by an extremely strong force of gravity.

(Don't mention this gravitational force to Alice, she even confused by the calculation of volume; but somehow she vaguely remembered something called pi. Or is it pie?)

No time for jokes between head and feet. And before I can finish typing, all in a sudden, thump!

A big bang on the hard floor!

We thus have very flattened mushrooms outside Wonderland.

Long Mushrooms in Rabbit Hole

So it started to pop down a narrow and uneven rabbit hole.

And down it went, which seemed to be a very long way, a mushroom found itself being stretched by the slow moving time.

Its head could hardly see its feet. This stretching happened without the biting of any mushroom. How can a mushroom ate another mushroom?

The mushroom began to talk when time was ample, just like Alice did in the rabbit hole. 

No! It shouted. This always ended up in argument. What the head saw was not what had been told by the feet. Things changed, indeed, very fast.

Down, down, down. When there came a sudden stop, thump!

We thus have this length of long mushrooms outside the Wonderland.

Neck Stretching

Alice has left the rabbit hole and is away for quite a while.

Not only me, a mushroom is also stretching its neck trying to look for her, and that seems to be a very tough job.

Everyone is now dull, not motivated and inspired. That makes me very quiet recently.

 

When I see her again, I would tell Alice to stay forever as a little girl in her new and old wonderland while I shall continue to grow very old.

And somehow I notice that I do have a empty rabbit hole inside me. 

Alice, where are you?